Oddly, Margo did not do anything to distract herself today. She just sat on the patio, letting her memories with Quentin flow with the gentle wind caressing her pale cheeks. A few strands of her golden locks managed its way to her face, blocking her view of the overgrown grass yet she didn't care. She was just exhausted to deal with anything right now, and maybe his warm embrace could be the lullaby Margo Roth Spiegelman needed to put her to sleep.
(A/N: Only a few chapters left. I guess.)
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Paper Towns
Short StoryA glimpse Margo's life after Quentin's departure. Sequel (unofficial) to Paper Towns by John Green Ps. Each chapter barely reached 350 words.
